Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.